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Rebecca Peace sleepwear by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

I have a couple of weaknesses. Ice cream, bags and pastries being the most obvious to people. Another weakness that I might have been able to keep a little bit more “under the radar” thus far has to be my obsession with pretty sleepwear. In saying this, I don’t mean that that you’ll never find me in one of my mom’s old Jurassic Park t-shirts, watching GIRLS while eating ice cream straight out of the tub – those moments are just impossible to avoid. But, even though I more than often go for a comfy t-shirt I can never stop buying and lusting over pretty pyjama sets. I’ve probably bought five sets alone this summer… Yup, that’s right. I’ve only worn one so far. Anyways, that’s not my point here. I’m convinced that I’ll eventually wear every single one of them, eventually. And if not, that’s ok too. They’re just too pretty to pass in the stores.

The silk set you see above in the photo was therefor the most pleasant surprise I’ve gotten in the mail in a long time. I mean, a monogrammed sleepwear set for a pyjama junkie like myself is nothing short of amazing. Thank you Rebecca Peace for making my sleepwear closet complete (well, until next time I happen to pass a lingerie shop at least).

Weekend Reading

Parisian café by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

I haven’t done a weekend reading list in ages which means that I have so many things I’m dying to share with you… Enjoy!

•   Ever wondered what a super cute Parisian apartment might look like? My dear friend Marissa has started a great new series called “At Home With” where the first apartment she featured belongs to another dear friend named Meg (who by the way have the cutest little kitten you’ll ever see).
•   Who in the world has the time to spend 9 minutes on this? Well, apparently I do (and Garance Doré, which makes me feel a little bit better about it). All the brands mentioned during the series Sex and the City.
•   This has to be the perfect dream destination/fashion wedding, no? The Coveteur’s photos makes me want to fly to Capri and get married. ASAP.
•   Thomson decided to name me as one of the 10 Travel Bloggers To Follow On Instagram. Thank you!

On Instagram

Paris in Four Months on Instagram

Since being back in Paris I feel as though I’ve already managed to do a bunch of the things I had been longing for while on vacation (minus the gigantic workload that’s been building up of course). I’ve had a few minutes to stroll over bridges and around some of my favourite Parisian streets already, managed to pick up a bunch of packages that arrived at the post office while I was away (thanks mom!), going back to eat at one of my favourite Japanese places here in Paris and also settled in a little bit more in my new apartment. I’ve been trying to enjoy the city to the max but it’s been hard since it’s been rainy and grey for most of the time, which means that I rather hide out eating cheesecake and Ladurée pastries inside than anything else. I’m happy I got to catch up with Sonya while she was in Paris, a photographer I’ve been admiring forever, and that I also managed to force myself to do some exercises in my new Nike gear after eating way too much Italian pizza.

Following along on Instagram for more Parisian adventures.

Valentino Red

Evangelie Smyrniotaki of Styleheroine, photo by Carin Olsson

During couture week in Paris (and in between rainstorms) earlier this summer I managed to snap a few shots of the lovely, and super stylish Evangelie, wearing this beautiful Valentino lace dress. It’s unreal, and truly humbling, to get the opportunity to work with some of the people you admire the most. If you haven’t discovered the brilliant Evangelie yet (or seen our previous shoot together), you’ve been missing out. Her style and photos blow my mind every single time.

For more photos and complete outfit details, please hop on over to Evangelie’s blog 

August in Paris

August in Paris by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

I’m just going to let you know that this will probably be my last August in Paris. Like ever. Since moving to this city I’ve heard people speaking about August in Paris with both excitement and fear – I’ve been warned to have all my plumbing and electricity problems pre August since apparently it’s nearly impossible to find any sort of “handyman” once the month of French vacations starts in this country. But I’ve also been told that it’s one of the most relaxing and calm times you’ll ever have during the entire year here. Well, after investigating more thoroughly myself I can safely say that this does not apply to those who live in very centre of the city. The Parisians might have fled the French capital for their Corsican beach houses, St. Tropez hideouts and Provence country homes but they’ve been replaced by a trillion more tourists who all roam the streets of Paris from early morning to late evening, taking up every single inch of the sidewalks with their maps and ice cream cones in hand.

Not only is the centre taken over by tourists during this time, all of my favourite restaurants, cafés, shops and bars have also decided to close up and (most of them) not open until the end of the month or beginning of September. So, deciding on where to meet clients and friends for lunch, dinner or simply a cup of coffee has just gotten a lot more challenging than usual (thank god for Fondation Cafe and La Caféothèque right now). *

I blame this (unusual) negativity of mine on the lack of summer here in Paris. I mean, if we’d have stable weather and sunshine instead of rain, wind and endless grey clouds in the sky I’m pretty sure we could have put all of those pretty Parisian parks to good use with picnics and fun summer activities. Perhaps what I mean is “I’ll never spend the month of August in Paris again unless it’s super sunny and amazing weather”. Although that could be pretty hot (and claustrophobic) without any sort of coast or water close by… Hmm. To sum it up, I think it’s better that I just stay away from Paris in August in the future.

* But yes, it can actually be easier to grab a chair at your favourite terrace during this time and some areas (if you get away from the tourist attractions and the main streets) can be absolutely deserted and calm.

On Instagram

"Paris in Four Months" on Instagram

I usually come back home with memory cards completely overfilled with photos from a sunny, colourful and charming Rome, but not this time. Unfortunately I didn’t take as many photos as I would have liked but the reason to this was simply because I was having so much fun I almost forgot that I was supposed to bring my camera with me (which seems like a valid reason, if any). It’s always easier to remember to bring your phone along and therefor my Instagram was flooded by pictures from my vacation instead. Hope you’ve enjoyed seeing something else than Paris through my Instagram lens during the last couple of weeks.

When in Rome

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months)

Rome is a city that screams happiness. People take their time to enjoy, stop to chat in the middle of the streets, value good food more than most other things and drink wine before noon – much like Paris you might think? No, Rome is very different from our beloved Paris, in both good ways and bad (although I’ve still not figured out what the bad ways would be). After walking along cobblestone streets exploring Monti, Trastevere and the oldest part of the city and passing colourful buildings on my way, I had lost track of how many times I was greeted with a smile and “boungiorno signorina” by complete strangers. Something that wouldn’t happen on the Parisian métro, I’m sure.

After spending one day on the back of Annie’s scooter, seeing Rome in the best way possible (and something that simply is a must if you’re heading to the Italian capital), eating an obscene amount of pasta and supplì, dancing the night away under starry skies and celebrating dear friends, and new friendships, I was convinced: I’m moving to Rome.

This realisation did not solely come to me because I’m madly in love with the city (and that beautiful language) but also because it’s not until you leave Paris you actually realise what you’ve (subconsciously) been missing. Don’t panic, I don’t see a move to Roma in the near future at the moment but someday I’ll definitely have to try my luck for a little while in the land of pizza, gorgeous men and wine.

My previous trips to Rome: Rome Part I, Rome Part II, Scooter Around Rome, Roman Holiday I, Roman Holiday II and Roman Holiday III.

On Instagram

"Paris in Four Months" on Instagram

Only a few days (ok, maybe a little bit more than that) have passed and I’m already longing to go back to the beach, sea and spend days with my feet buried deep in the sand. These vacations trips always seem to last too short. Luckily I can still remember that salty water, the wind in my hair and sun on my cheeks thanks to a few photos and a few extra freckles. Hopefully it won’t be too long until I see the horizon again…